011 [Frank Iero] Weapons In The Form Of Words

I woke up in a hospital dress, that was all but decent, and a white room that sent all the wrong feelings down my spine. I had hated hospitals when I was little, actually I still hate them now. The thought of someone dying next door to you didn't appeal to me as all. I am not one of those people that lie to themselves and say "Death doesn't scare me!" it's all a bunch of crap. Death scares everyone.

I looked to my left to see Bob sleeping on a chair that didn't look even slightly confortable. Our dad was out of town, nothing new. After he quit drinking he decided that he should shape up. So, he used his Masters' Degree in business and is now the CEO of some large franchise. He's gone most of the time. I'm used to it now though. Not completely, but I don't think anyone would get used to something like this fully.

I looked over to my right side to see Frank leaning against the threash hold of the doorway. In his hand was a steaming cup of coffee, Starbucks.

"You kay?" He asked casually, like I'd just waltzed into school any other day.

"Yes, Frank. There is a green cast on my arm, I feel like a fat kid has just jumped on me repeatedly, and you're here. I'm definately kay." I said with deep sarcasm.

"Look, Jaime. I'm sorry okay?!" He said his voice raised a bit. Bob was still sleeping in his chair. I had no idea what time it was, seeing that it was relatively dark in this room, I assumed that it must be at least 1 in the morning right now.

"No. It's not okay." I said stubbornly.

"I'm sorry! What more do you want!?" He practically yelled. Bob was wide awake now.

"I want you to mean it." I said quietly, but he heard me.

"You're welcome." He said, before leaving. You're welcome? What was that supposed to mean? I was supposed to thank him for making me the school slut? To thank him for breaking my right arm? What am I supposed to be thankful of him for?

"Morning." I said smiling at Bob.

"What's his problem?" Bob said in a yawn as he stretched in the chair he was seated in.

"I don't know." I answered this honestly.

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Eight hours of sleep later, I was let out of the hospital. It was 9 in the morning and I felt like falling down and just sleeping the rest of my life. I felt like shit. They told me that I had split the bone in my arm, probably because I landed on it, and that the cast on my arm was going to stay on for 3 months at the most. For three months, I couldn't drive, write, or eat cereal without spilling it on my shirt.

Bob and I got into the car and started for home.

"Drop me off at Timmy's?" I asked polietly. I needed Timmy to cheer my up right now.

"Anything for you." He said. It was so apparent when Bob was kissing ass.

"Bob, don't kiss my ass right now. Okay?"

"Sorry, I just feel horrible for you right now." He said then smiled at me.

"I don't mean to sound like an angry bitter bitch, but I don't need your sympathy. I'm already pathetic enough as it is." I said then looked out the window as we neared Timmy's house.

[Third Person]

The moans of another woman filled the room. Jaime was only a couple blocks away, and Timmy wouldn't know until she had rang the doorbell. Timmy pushed her against the back of the couch, his mother was at some out of town convention in upstate New York, 5 hours driving. She bit on his lip ring, trying to pull off Timmy's belt.

Ring.

Timmy's head darted up as he looked at the door. He got up and fixed his hair back into its normal look and peered on the side windows of the door. It was Jaime! Making sure that she wouldn't know that another woman was in the house, he waved his arms violently directing her to go out the back door. She sighed but followed his hasty directions.

Timmy fastened his belt again and straightened up his shirt as she, Valerie was her name, left out the sliding glass door and into her house. Valerie's house was just behind his. She jumped the fence and was in her own territory now. Valerie knew that Timmy had a girlfriend, she franlky didn't care.

The doorbell rang again. Timmy opened it to see Jaime's smiling face. It didn't send shivers up his spine. He didn't regret what he had done. He was guiltless, and if Jamie knew what he was doing, it would kill her inside.


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